All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Erol and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.
J. R. R. TolkienA few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell
J. R. R. Tolkien